The Riftwar Saga Series Books 2 and 3: Silverthorn, A Darkness at Sethanon. Raymond E. Feist

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СКАЧАТЬ In spite of the rich smell, Pug felt no appetite. ‘No, you can have it.’

      Tomas scooped up the platter and began shoving the food into his mouth. Pug smiled. Tomas had never been known to stint on food.

      Pug returned his gaze to the castle wall. ‘I felt like such a fool.’

      Tomas stopped eating, with a handful of meat halfway to his mouth. He studied Pug for a moment. ‘You too?’

      ‘Me too, what?’

      Tomas laughed. ‘You’re embarrassed because the Princess saw Rulf give you a thrashing.’

      Pug bridled. ‘It wasn’t a thrashing. I gave as well as I got!’

      Tomas whooped. ‘There! I knew it. It’s the Princess.’

      Pug sat back in resignation. ‘I suppose it is.’

      Tomas said nothing, and Pug looked over at him. He was busy finishing off Pug’s dinner. Finally Pug said, ‘And I suppose you don’t like her?’

      Tomas shrugged. Between bites he said, ‘Our Lady Carline is pretty enough, but I know my place. I have my eye on someone else, anyway.’

      Pug sat up. ‘Who?’ he asked, his curiosity piqued.

      ‘I’m not saying,’ Tomas said with a sly smile.

      Pug laughed. ‘It’s Neala, right?’

      Tomas’s jaw dropped. ‘How did you know?’

      Pug tried to look mysterious. ‘We magicians have our ways.’

      Tomas snorted. ‘Some magician. You’re no more a magician than I am a Knight-Captain of the King’s army. Tell me, how did you know?’

      Pug laughed. ‘It’s no mystery. Every time you see her, you puff up in that tabard of yours and preen like a bantam rooster.’

      Tomas looked troubled. ‘You don’t think she’s on to me, do you?’

      Pug smiled like a well-fed cat. ‘She’s not on to you, I’m sure.’ He paused. ‘If she’s blind, and all the other girls in the keep haven’t pointed it out to her a hundred times already.’

      A woebegone look crossed Tomas’s face. ‘What must the girl think?’

      Pug said, ‘Who knows what girls think? From everything I can tell, she probably likes it.’

      Tomas looked thoughtfully at his plate. ‘Do you ever think about taking a wife?’

      Pug blinked like an owl caught in a bright light. ‘I … I never thought about it. I don’t know if magicians marry. I don’t think they do.’

      ‘Nor soldiers, mostly. But Master Fannon says a soldier who thinks about his family is not thinking about his job.’ Tomas was silent for a minute.

      Pug said, ‘It doesn’t seem to hamper Sergeant Gardan or some of the other soldiers.’

      Tomas snorted, as if those exceptions merely proved his point. ‘I sometimes try to imagine what it would be like to have a family.’

      ‘You have a family, stupid. I’m the orphan here.’

      ‘I mean a wife, rock head.’ Tomas gave Pug his best ‘you’re too stupid to live’ look. ‘And children someday, not a mother and father.’

      Pug shrugged. The conversation was turning to provinces that disturbed him. He never thought about these things, being less anxious to grow up than Tomas. He said, ‘I expect we’ll get married and have children if it’s what we’re supposed to do.’

      Tomas looked very seriously at Pug, so the younger boy didn’t make light of the subject. ‘I’ve imagined a small room somewhere in the castle, and … I can’t imagine who the girl would be.’ He chewed his food. ‘There’s something wrong with it, I think.’

      ‘Wrong?’

      ‘As if there’s something else I’m not understanding … I don’t know.’

      Pug said, ‘Well, if you don’t, how am I supposed to?’

      Tomas suddenly changed the topic of conversation. ‘We’re friends, aren’t we?’

      Pug was taken by surprise. ‘Of course we’re friends. You’re like a brother. Your parents have treated me like their own son. Why would you ask something like that?’

      Tomas put down his plate, troubled. ‘I don’t know. It’s just that sometimes I think this will all somehow change. You’re going to be a magician, maybe travel over the world, seeing other magicians in faraway lands. I’m going to be a soldier, bound to follow my lord’s orders. I’ll probably never see more than a little part of the Kingdom, and that only as an escort in the Duke’s personal guard, if I’m lucky.’

      Pug became alarmed. He had never seen Tomas so serious about anything. The older boy was always the first to laugh and seemed never to have a worry. ‘I don’t care what you think, Tomas,’ said Pug. ‘Nothing will change. We will be friends no matter what.’

      Tomas smiled at that. ‘I hope you’re right.’ He sat back, and the two boys watched the stars over the sea and the lights from the town, framed like a picture by the castle gate.

      Pug tried to wash his face the next morning, but found the task too arduous to complete. His left eye was swollen completely shut, his right only half-open. Great bluish lumps decorated his visage, and his jaw popped when he moved it from side to side. Fantus lay on Pug’s pallet, red eyes gleaming as the morning sun poured in through the tower window.

      The door to the boy’s room swung open, and Kulgan stepped through, his stout frame covered in a green robe. Pausing to regard the boy for a moment, he sat on the pallet and scratched the drake behind the eye ridges, bringing a pleased rumble from deep within Fantus’s throat. ‘I see you didn’t spend yesterday sitting about idly,’ he said.

      ‘I had a bit of trouble, sir.’

      ‘Well, fighting is the province of boys as well as grown men, but I trust that the other boy looks at least as bad. It would be a shame to have had none of the pleasure of giving as well as receiving.’

      ‘You’re making sport of me.’

      ‘Only a little, Pug. The truth is that in my own youth I had my share of scraps, but the time for boyish fighting is past. You must put your energies to better use.’

      ‘I know, Kulgan, but I have been so frustrated lately that when that clod Rulf said what he did about my being an orphan, all the anger came boiling up out of me.’

      ‘Well, knowing your own part in this is a good sign that you’re becoming a man. Most boys would have tried to justify their actions, by shifting blame or by claiming some moral imperative to fight.’

      Pug pulled over the stool and sat down, facing the magician. Kulgan took out his pipe and started to fill it. ‘Pug, I think in your case we may have been going about the matter of your education in the wrong way.’ Searching СКАЧАТЬ